So many things are going on these days, and I feel like all I talk about is errands we run, work we do, and how the kids are acting that day. To be fair, thats just kind of the season of life we’re in, but it gets monotonous, I’m sure. Today, however, I got home after getting some blood work done to find my husband had finished all the cleaning off my list. He’s working tomorrow through the rest of the week, so it was our last afternoon to just hang out together.
When we were discussing the plans for the rest of our day, I began hounding him to write a blog for me. He recently built something for me that I really want him to write about. He’s a great writer (wasn’t his last post awesome?) and seemed more than happy to do it, but as tends to happen, time gets away and its hard to prioritize these things. I reassured him it took a while for it to become a habit for me, too. It was during this conversation that I remembered I started my blog originally sometime in the end of June. A quick look back showed me that today is the last day of my SIXTH year of blogging!!!
I began blogging when Dekker was a baby. He wasn’t quite a year old yet (his birthday is in August) and I was feeling the need for an outlet, to feel like I was talking to someone and making conversation with possible friends/family/adults. I LOVED my son, but he slept a TON and I was so lonely in the days. Here I am, six years later, and I’m honestly really happy that I’m still at it 🙂 No, my blog doesn’t bring in money. My audience really hasn’t grown a ton. Its not specifically riveting. But the records I’ve kept, almost without meaning to, are things I treasure. I often joke and call my blog my premature memoirs, which I’d say is pretty accurate.
Photo cred: Cher Andrea
I don’t know how much longer I’ll be blogging, but I hope to still for quite some time. I can’t imagine just stopping now, after my children have been so well documented, after we’ve been through/learned/done so much! I kick myself for not starting a little bit sooner, as my pregnancy with Dekker is the one that isn’t documented, nor the first ten-ish months of his life. But I had to start somewhere! Hopefully he still loves me.
I’ve said often enough that I’m not sure what it would take for me to stop blogging. It would have to be something BIG. Yet I don’t want something bad to be what “wins,” you know? Yet what good thing would motivate me to stop? I don’t know! Maybe I’ll just do this forever, who knows?
Year seven starts tomorrow! Who’s with me?